"How do you feel about this environment?" Song Yun asked.
"Very... very bad," Xiao Hua said. The environment here was much worse than the tin shack she had come from; at least in her own home, the floor was clean, and things didn't just get lost everywhere.
"In a place like this, can they... do it?" Xiao Hua asked.
"Of course, they can. One is just to satisfy their own needs, and the other is just for the money, so why care about the place?" Song Yun said with a smile.
"Actually, this is the simplest of principles. You might dislike this place for lacking atmosphere, sanitation, or comfort, but without the ability to go to higher-end places, to avoid starvation, you can only work here. Once you've been doing it for a while, you naturally become indifferent to it. In the end, isn't it the same everywhere, being played by others, right?"
"But... do they have to come out and sell themselves? There are other jobs that can make money!" Xiao Hua protested.
